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The Days Without Time | Fiction

The Days Without Time | Fiction

In Myrtle Beach during the early summer of 2017, heretofore identified only as the days without time, my friends took to laughing at mini golf courses with water spurting from the mouths of enamel-coated dragons, vacated beachwear warehouses still boasting names like...
Benediction | Fiction

Benediction | Fiction

1. My grandma bought a trailer on the county line and left it to mom when she passed and I suppose if I wasn’t locked up I could lay claim one day. The old widow that collected lot rent always told us they weren’t trailers they were mobile homes but that was about the...
The Last Cup | Fiction

The Last Cup | Fiction

It cannot speak to her, I must speak through it. I must say in a moment what I could not otherwise say in a lifetime and what I did not manage to say in the lifetime I shared with her. The process itself is the statement, the making of it. Every time my fingers touch...